Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election Day

We had a doctor’s appointment for The Boy today. He weighed in at 17 pounds, 11.5 ounces, which is up from the 15 pounds, 6 ounces he weighed a month ago. He’s also 27 ¼ inches, up from 25 ½ inches.

Both kids are doing well and are over their cold issues for the most part, but the on-again, off-again cold weather here is messing with their noses. They both got their flu shots today, which we told Danica was like when she gives us “Strawberry Shortcake shots.” I have a feeling she’s not going to be too excited about being at the doctor’s office in the future, since it was the first time she’d had a shot in a long time and because I think she’s likely to remember the experience. Eh, I also told her tonight that the shot was a “little owie” to keep away the germ monsters and the big owies they could cause… I think I’m starting to get the hang of this fatherhood thing.

By the way, both of them were also great when we went to vote this morning. I took the kids around 10 a.m. after Mom said there was a fairly long line when she went at 7. Danica was content munching on some fruit snacks, and a bottle satiated the boy long enough for me to cast my ballot. Thank goodness there wasn’t a long wait when we went, though it was a little funny being the only male there with children, and the only parent there with more than one.

On another election note, I have to say I’m happy that my children were born during this time. At least they can say they were alive during such a historical election. President-Elect Obama hit my thoughts right on the nose: what changes will our children see should they live to see a century of history pass? I’m pretty sure my parents would never have thought that their child would see the fall of the Berlin Wall and the U.S.S.R., the rise of the internet, and an African-American President of the United States.

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Oh, did I forget to mention that Colin is sleeping through the night? It’s been amazing. We get him to sleep around 7:30 or 8:00 p.m., and he’s slept through until 7:00 or 7:30 a.m. for the past ten days or so. Unfortunately, his sister refuses to follow his lead. We’re so over it, we just drag her into our bed now. The down side of that is if all three of us are in bed, Mom and Dad get the crap kicked out of them by The Girl. One of us (Mom or Dad) usually ends up spending at least a portion of the night on the couch. Gee, guess that people are right when they say the “family bed” thing really isn’t worth it.

(As I write this, The Boy is having trouble tonight… must be something with one of the shots he got today. Bummer).